"Now then," said Godwin, rubbing his paws briskly together, "fetch me that necromancer, El Sareuk!"
Pepi, milk-faced and shaking, was led into the center of the room. Had he been Heraj, he could have mumbled a spell ventriloquially and relegated them all to the top of a pyramid. Luckily he was not Heraj.
Godwin regarded him for a moment. Pepi found that the direct gaze of an angry gorilla is not a thing to put heart in a man. He gave a tiny moan, almost a squeak. The gorilla expanded his chest, which measured seventy inches, and said, "You're Pepi, if I recall correctly?"
"Y-y-yes, O Magnificent One," said Pepi.
"Pepi, I want you to transport me to the plague ship. Instanter."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," said the bony wizard, turning if possible a little paler than before. "I can only do small things, such as—"
"Then I guess you may as well die too," said Godwin regretfully, and reached out a paw.
Pepi nearly collapsed. "Wait a m-m-m-m," he said. "I mean wait a s-s-s-s. Maybe there's a way."
"Think of it fast, scrawny one," said El Sareuk.
"I'm thinking," said Pepi hurriedly. "I'm thinking."